nobody really cared, so it never really mattered. it never really mattered, so it never really happened
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
what's the point in fightin' for a happy ever after? the past keep's hauntin' the future i imagine
He listens, and he does so with everything he has – connected to the attuned bond, listening for every pause and every shift, feeling every moment of hesitation as it slips through. He can tell when the admission hits that Nate’s unsure – but Sunjata doesn’t comment on it. Instead, offering a pulse of encouragement. He waits, once again, a small nod of his head beneath Nate’s when it comes to telling things to him – and Sunjata understands, having just as tough of a time opening up unless times were emotionally charged enough he let them slip.
So he grows quiet, remaining a steady and strong pillar for Nate to latch onto, a pulse of love at the admission of someone like him. There’s some pride too, that perhaps Sunjata was enough for Nate to be able to cling to. I’m honored. He purrs, though it turns into a bit of a huffing squeeze of breath as Nate tightens in on him, a squish of sorts that has amusement slipping through.
But then Nate’s continuing, and Sunjata’s mulling it over – trying to remember what his fiance’s father was like, drawing a few blanks, but feeling the way Nate’s words coat in a mix of emotions, shame, disgust, amusement… It’s a lot to take in, but Sunjata can’t stay quiet. You learn to adapt to the life you live. It’s a quiet encouragement, a tell me laced between the words. Honesty sparks within, as well as that overwhelming sense of love that seems to scream that Nate could do nothing that would make Sunjata love him less. He hopes it’s enough. What kind of shit did he do again? Another gentle prod, eyes still shut, pulsing everything he can to try and make Nate more comfortable.
So he grows quiet, remaining a steady and strong pillar for Nate to latch onto, a pulse of love at the admission of someone like him. There’s some pride too, that perhaps Sunjata was enough for Nate to be able to cling to. I’m honored. He purrs, though it turns into a bit of a huffing squeeze of breath as Nate tightens in on him, a squish of sorts that has amusement slipping through.
But then Nate’s continuing, and Sunjata’s mulling it over – trying to remember what his fiance’s father was like, drawing a few blanks, but feeling the way Nate’s words coat in a mix of emotions, shame, disgust, amusement… It’s a lot to take in, but Sunjata can’t stay quiet. You learn to adapt to the life you live. It’s a quiet encouragement, a tell me laced between the words. Honesty sparks within, as well as that overwhelming sense of love that seems to scream that Nate could do nothing that would make Sunjata love him less. He hopes it’s enough. What kind of shit did he do again? Another gentle prod, eyes still shut, pulsing everything he can to try and make Nate more comfortable.
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
